A Poem- for April 
The scene mainstays, it is
genesis while a jounce
in the scroll- new presence- 
slight bird for the visage-
decants alight aqua blue
nimbus thin over the altar 
ground, supposed auburn,
age oiled rounded slowness
in thick churn of old times 
on sediment of decades,
where Jerusalem of Earth
precedes its own sacrifice; 
drawn wheeled cart proven
by impossible weight as
implausible blooms, occur.

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